Nicole had turned 19 by the time Warren came through with the documents and Jack was able to set her up with an online GED class. He found one where there wasn't a live component, where she wouldn't have to be on camera in real-time. Assignments were posted alongside documents to read and pre-recorded videos to watch and she had to submit them by various deadlines. The interactive component of the class required her to read discussion board posts and participate by posting and replying to her classmates.
Jack was hyper-vigilant about what Nicole was doing on the old laptop he had allowed her to use. He had her sit next to him in his office while she worked on the class, constantly checking over her shoulder at what sites she was accessing and what exactly she was posting. He didn't let her use the laptop without his supervision, more worried about what she would come across on the internet than her actually trying to contact someone.
He found it fascinating what she remembered and what she did not. He found himself taking notes some days, adding to his research on the serum and targeted memory repression. The elementary functions in math seemed to be at the tip of her fingers, but fractions and decimals she appeared to be learning as if for the first time. Sometimes it seemed like something would trigger her memory and a flood would come bursting through, and other times it didn't happen. When she was reading about ecosystems, she stopped, her eyes going wide, the cursor paused where she was using it to follow her progress, and she reported to him that she remembered all this, going over a bunch of facts and details that swam up to the surface. But when she read about symbiosis, her brow furrowed as she frowned, reporting that it makes sense, but she had no recollection of knowing this before. It was entirely perplexing.
It was a terrible distraction having her there so much of the time. She was usually quiet, trying to concentrate and be as unobtrusive as possible, but she also had questions about how to do things on the computer and what was meant by certain statements. And yet Jack would rather be distracted by her than to let her go off alone somewhere to work. Sometimes, he would print out the longer documents for her and send her upstairs to read them, to allow himself to focus on his work. When she had been in another part of the house, he'd frequently get so caught up with work that he'd forget the temptation to touch her or be touched by her. But with her there, it was too easy to succumb to temptation.
He stood behind her chair, his hands on her shoulders, kneading them while explaining to her something about DNA that had been extremely poorly worded in the text that she was reading.
"I would never have arrived at that on my own," she frowned, shaking her head.
"It's not you, it's that article," he assured her, his hands longing to reach down towards her breasts.
"Are you a scientist?" She looked up at him, her face was unsure whether this was something she was allowed to ask. He sighed, considering whether it mattered if she knew; wondering whether she'd remember that he'd told her this before.
"Not quite. I'm a chemical engineer," he paused, watching her face for some kind of a lightbulb to go off. Her expression was unresponsive. "But I have taken a lot of science classes in my life," he allowed his hands to reach lower, gently massaging her breasts over her shirt. She didn't have a bra underneath and her nipples immediately pebbled at his touch. He reached for the computer mouse, scrolling to see how much she had left in that article. "Finish this up and let's go upstairs."
He led her upstairs, to the bedroom, by the hand when she was done and she knew immediately to get undressed. Jack undressed too, then got a large bath sheet out of the closet, placing it on the bed. Nicole watched him, her eyebrows coming together. He hasn't done this with her before.
"Lay down on the towel, on your stomach," he told her, going to his nightstand for the oil. He brushed her ponytail out of the way, over her shoulder, and put a bit of the oil in his hand, kneeling next to her.
He rubbed his hands together before bringing them to her shoulders and starting to knead them. She seemed to relax under his touch as he worked the muscles in her shoulders and back, moving down towards her ass, unhurriedly. He made his way to her lower back, rubbing firmly, before moving onto the firm, round globes of her ass.
"Does this feel good?" He watched her face for indication.
"Yeah," she nodded, her eyes closed. "It feels great, thank you," she told him.
He massaged her ass down to her thighs, giving each one individual attention, and then continued down to her calves as well. She seemed entirely relaxed now, her body loose, as though she were about to fall asleep. He moved back up her legs and thighs towards her bottom, firmly massaging the fleshy parts again. This wasn't an entirely selfless venture, although he enjoyed making Nicole feel good. He liked seeing her relaxed and he loved hearing her moan and whimper with pleasure. But in this case, he also enjoyed touching her body, everywhere. He already had a full-blown erection, but continued with the massage that he was giving her.
He spread her butt cheeks apart, kneading them in his hands, letting his thumbs glide in between them over her tightly puckered hole. He massaged there for a moment as well but didn't attempt to penetrate, choosing to move his fingers lower, between her thighs, to her soft, warm pussy. Her folds were already wet on his first pass, gliding his fingers through the slit and back up to her ass. He spread her thighs apart, positioning himself between them, repeating the slide of his fingers through her seam and up to her behind. And there was that soft moan he had been waiting for with anticipation. On the next pass, he let two fingers slide inside her channel, going as deep as he could get them, before coming back out, and thrusting in again.
"I can see you are really enjoying this, Nicole," he pushed her legs further apart, lowering his head to look at her glistening slit, watching his fingers come out slick with her juices. "God, you're just flowing for me." He moved his fingers further underneath her to massage her clit. She flinched then let out a prolonged whimper as he rubbed her sensitive little nub. He used both hands on her, circling her clit, thrusting fingers inside her, pressing against her back hole. "Come for me, Nicole, nice and hard, all over my fingers," he encouraged her. She did, as soon as the words were out of his mouth she was wriggling and clenching in his hands as her orgasm rocketed through her. "There's my obedient little girl," he let up on the intensity of his touch but continued to massage her between her legs. "You even come for me on command now, you're so good," he praised her. "You're so nice and juicy for my cock now, lift up your ass for me a bit," he gave her a light slap on the ass and she lifted it up for him. "Good girl."
He positioned himself behind her, giving his hardon a few pumps with his hand before lining it up with her glistening pussy and sliding it in. She whimpered, pressing her ass back against him, clearly glad to feel him inside. He took long, deep strokes, not rushing anywhere. Nicole met him on each one, sliding herself up his cock as he slid in. He held onto her ass, gripping it firmly with his fingers, pulling it apart, occasionally giving her ass cheeks a slap. She moaned in enjoyment of everything he was doing.
"Roll over, I haven't had a chance to massage the front of you yet." He pulled out and Nicole immediately rolled herself over.
Jack took the time to rub the fronts and insides of her thighs, returning his fingers to her pussy again, making her back arch up off the bed. He plunged his cock back inside her before he began massaging her breasts, kneading them in his hands, twisting the nipples between his fingers. His thrusts continued to be slow and deep.
"Look at me," he told her, his voice soft, more of a request than a command. She opened her eyes, meeting his, He kneeled in front of her, raising her legs up over his shoulders, driving in with a bit more force and speed, watching her reaction intently. Her breathing got faster and she pulled in her bottom lip between her teeth. "Do you like this?" She nodded.
His fingers went to her clit again, massaging the swollen bud between his fingers while he continued thrusting. Nicole's arms shifted up above her head as her back arched up and whimpers escaped her. He couldn't help but admire how beautiful she was laying there with her hair splayed out in an auburn halo around her. Her breasts stood out, round and pale with their hard, pink nipples. Her skin was perfect now, completely unblemished by scars or bruises and it felt like he really succeeded, like he was actually able to erase that part of her life for her, not just from her memory, but from her body too.
She came, again, pulsing around his cock, shuddering. Her eyes flew closed, her head tipping back. Jack plowed through her orgasm until her tremors sent him over the edge as well and he erupted inside her. He didn't get right out of bed immediately afterward, laying down next to Nicole and cradling her into his chest, the way he frequently did when they were going to sleep. It was still early afternoon and they would get up again, make dinner, watch Jeopardy on TV, but right then, he just wanted to hold her in easy silence. She didn't argue or pull away. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder, her hand splayed out over his chest.
She was his and she didn't want to be anywhere else but with him. He trusted that and he didn't need affirmations of it. He experimented with leaving his office door unlocked when he went into the lab one day and returned to find that she hadn't even noticed. She never even attempted to go in there without him. She was anxious about missing work on the rare days when he wasn't home, since he didn't want her to be using the laptop unsupervised. She appealed to him about it, gently, saying she wouldn't dare do anything other than her classwork on it and that if he found out she did, he could punish her. He smirked at that, wondering for a moment how she expected him to punish her. She wore him down, eventually, and he set her up in the living room at a tray table before leaving for work, explaining to her that he'd be able to know exactly what she was doing on the laptop and it should not be anything other than her school work. She hugged him tightly in gratitude, something he couldn't remember her doing ever before.
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